Beneath The Rain (18+)

Chapter 13 : Date?

The Investigator

   I understand the reason to ask questions but, I can't help to feel a bit confused. We had a name, David Willard. Why are we not trying to find him? I'll ask later when he picks me up. He didn't say where or what we were doing, so I dressed in a plain dark green sundress with shoes. I can't do heels, I'm still scarred from that last party. I wonder if I stayed in Denver would I have met him? The man that feels as if he could ruin or end my life any second I'm in his presence. I have the urge to show that I can handle myself. That I can live in his world. Seeing my phone light up and start to buzz on my desk, I answer.

  "Looking beautiful little flame." His voice comes through low basically a whisper. Whipping my head around, I see him leaned against the doorframe. He pulls the phone down from his mouth and tucks in into his pocket.

"How the hell did you get in?" I question, walking past him.

  "A gentleman never reveals his tricks." He answers.

"A gentleman wouldn't break into someone room." I firmly state. Tracing my eyes over him, he's in a navy blue suit. Damn, I bet if he came in wearing a garbage bag he'd still look like a work of art. Simply perfect.

He steps closer, leaning in till he's  to my ear "You ready?" His breath hitting my skin sends shivers trickling down my spine.

"First, a question" I speak up, leaning my head away to look at him "Am I a ploy? Was anything between us real?" My question coming out harsh as intended. Watching him, he takes a step back. He's looking at me as if I just insulted him.

He steps back to me, engulfing my face in his hands "I may be the bad man you now believe me to be, I'll be the first one to admit that but, don't think for a second I wouldn't put a bullet through my own head just to keep you alive." His words are low as our noses touch ever so slightly. I've never wanted to kiss him more then in this moment. Maybe that makes me crazier then I thought.

"So, where we goi-" my words being cut short with his lips softly pressing into my own. I kiss back immediately, expecting it to escalate but, the kiss stays slow, passionate to prove what he said wasn't some bullshit to get me off his case. Pulling away, our foreheads stay together, it's as if we're stuck, paused in time, just gazing into each others eyes.

"Time to go little flame." He breaks the silence, along with our moment as he grabs my hand leading me out of the room.

 The ride was consumed with rock music the whole time filling the silence. We pull into a dark hidden trail around two hours out from the motel. The feeling on fear washes over me for a brief moment, before fading away when his hand goes to my thigh giving me a light squeeze. Continuing up the trail I start to see a house hidden between the wild forestry. Modern and a bit run down probably due to its surroundings but, nonetheless still absolutely stunning as beams of light escape their way through the trees.

"Remember when I said I live in a lot of places? This one just happens to be my favorite." He states, as the car finally comes to its stopping point. I can't help to be speechless, this might become my favorite as well. The way the light shines down on the dark stone revealing cracks. Broken yet beautiful, I understand why this one is his pick.

My door opens, Owen stands there offering me his hand. Taking it, he helps me step out of the car onto a stone pathway leading to the door.

"You're not trying to kill me right now right?" I ask, letting out a laugh while we walk towards the door.

"In bed? Yes. Right now? No." He flashes me a smile not masking that he's proud of his answer. I roll my eyes at him as we reach the porch. He pauses when he reaches the door nob.